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Best Famous Running Back Poems

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Written by Charles Simic | Create an image from this poem

The Bather

 Where the path to the lake twists out of sight,
A puff of dust, the kind bare feet make running,
Is what I saw in the dying light,
Night swooping down everywhere else.
A low branch heavy with leaves Swaying momentarily where the shade Lay thickest, some late bather Disrobing right there for a quick dip-- (Or my solitude playing a trick on me?) Pinned hair coming undone, soon to float As she turns on her back, letting The dozy current take her as it wishes Beyond the last drooping branch To where the sky opens Black as the water under her white arms, In the deepening night, deepening hush, The treetops like charred paper edges, Even the insects oddly reclusive While I strained to hear a splash, Or glimpse her running back to her clothes .
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And when I did not; I just sat there.
The rare rush of wind in the leaves Still fooling me now and then, Until the chill made me go in.


Written by Carl Sandburg | Create an image from this poem

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 I wrote a poem on the mist
And a woman asked me what I meant by it.
I had thought till then only of the beauty of the mist, how pearl and gray of it mix and reel, And change the drab shanties with lighted lamps at evening into points of mystery quivering with color.
I answered: The whole world was mist once long ago and some day it will all go back to mist, Our skulls and lungs are more water than bone and tissue And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers Go running back to dust and mist.

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